WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE / intro

[VENOMSTRIKE]

"ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA, ME GUSTAS TÚ"​

He held his breath and his ears lay flat on his head, he had needed to get out of the camp for a a bit seeing as he didn't want to end up tripping over his own paws in camp. The thought itself was embarrassing and made the tips of his ears heat up ever so slightly, he imagined going to catch some prey for his clanmates would be a lot more beneficial than him stumbling about like some newborn kitten. The massive tomcat slipped through the moor making sure that his body was low enough so nothing would see him or catch his scent, Venomstrike let out a low breath after a small shake of his head continuing forward in search of a rabbit or two. He raised his head up to see if he could spot one and surely enough, his amber eyes locked onto a rabbit that was leisurely grazing at the grass that surrounded it. With a twitch of his whiskers, Venomstrike began to stalk carefully in the direction of the large rodent and would try to keep himself out of sight.

A few steady steps forward and he would launch himself forward with claws outstretched, his jaws closing onto the rabbit though he wasn't certain what part of it that his teeth had snared into. He let out a soft grunt when he felt the smaller creature try to fight back against him and throw a kick at his chest that did, in fact, take some of the air outta him. Venomstrike took a moment to recover and dug his claws into the flesh of the rabbit and once he had made sure he had gotten a good grip of it, he moved away his mouth and bit down on its throat. He held down until he could feel it stop fighting against him and released it, his eyes watching as it fell limply to the ground. The large tomcat sat up rubbing gingerly at his chest still trying to recover from that, it had been his fault that he hadn't gotten it by the throat at first though his mind had been rather... Distracted. He had to get better with that. He just hoped for his own sake that nobody had seen that but he could very well be wrong.

He would pick up the rabbit and stood there debating if he should continue or perhaps take this back to camp, he was leaning towards continuing his hunt and doing than what he had done a few moments ago. His ears would lift up hearing the sounds of pawateps and his eyes would shift over in the direction they came from.

(ooc: I haven't posted in ages so sorry if this is no bueno HSBDJDJDJS)​

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[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── It must be difficult for the larger WindClanners. Their size may be a boon in combat —depending on their skill— but for those like Houndthistle, speed does not come quite as easily as it does for the smallest among them. Sunstride is somewhere between, long-legged so as to be tall but not quite bulky the way some SkyClan and ThunderClan cats are. As tall as the grasses of the moor are, he knows larger clanmates must crouch lower than Wolfsong to avoid detection.

Yet it was not size that seems to have made an obstacle for Venomstrike— the blow he lands on the rabbit is not as precise as it could have been. Wolfsong hadn't intended to become an observer of his hunt, prowling nearby with a catch of his own and drawn by Venomstrike's pawsteps. Otherwise, he would have seen nothing but a successful kill.

"You are fortunate it was not a hare," he comments without censure, his rasping voice more amused than anything, "or that kick might have left a new scar." A golden paw rests atop the thrush he'd captured. "A good catch, nonetheless." ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN ROGUE TURNED LEAD WARRIOR (MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING). 35 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC PARENTS. BIO, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[SCORCHSTAR]

As with Wolfsong, the calico doesn’t intend to see the moor runner’s fumbling. They are merely checking on tunnels—what needs reinforcing, what’s solid as is—when mismatched ears pick up on the sound of scuffling, the tunneler is quick to poke their head out of one of the tunnel’s entrances. Blazing eyes narrow as they watch Venomstrike take a kick to the chest that looks particularly painful.

Scorchstreak takes her time in joining the two toms, broad paws carrying her to their sides at a leisurely pace. A scarred brow lifts, the only sign of displeasure that she allows to show on her face. It’s a wonder that Venomstrike isn’t seriously injured—Scorchstreak herself has found herself at the receiving end of quite a few kicks, and she considers herself a rather sturdy cat. Being kicked by a rabbit is never, in her experience, a thing to be taken lightly. At least Wolfsong is here, she thinks, to ensure that the warrior is alright. "They have a nasty kick on them, don’t they," she murmurs, tail flicking with something between amusement and irritation. "Glad you aren’t hurt. That will make a good meal for someone," she follows up, head dipping once in a nod.​

[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[WEASELCLAW]

Like the other lead warriors, Weaselclaw is no stranger to a rabbit’s hefty hind legs. He’s been kicked in the face, throat, and chest more than he can attest to since moving from the barn to the moorland. WindClan warriors hunt the most difficult prey, requiring both speed and hardiness, so the odd rabbit foot the face isn’t cause for concern most of the time. The tabby shudders a bit at Wolfsong’s comment—“You are fortunate it was not a hare.” “I’ve seen a hare near take a cat’s jaw off,” he says, surveying the catch dangling from Venomstrike’s jaws appraisingly.

The tortoiseshell lead warrior’s comment about rabbits having a nasty kick is also true; Weaselclaw’s windpipes have certainly suffered as Venomstrike’s are. “We’re one of the few Clans with prey who can fight us back. As much as I’d like to see a RiverClan cat bit by a fish or a ShadowClan cat swallowed by a toad…” He grimaces, grateful as ever to be in the moors.

✧ INFO.

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  — weasel . weaselclaw
  — he/him ; lead warrior of windclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Sootstar
  — short-haired chocolate tabby with white and blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Oliver

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[RATTLEHEART]

If one were to put Venomstrike and Rattleheart next to each other, the size difference between them would be horribly comical. Built for the tunnels, Rattleheart's form was slender and squat, with long legs that made up most of his body but refused to bring him to the impressive height that Venomstrike possessed. He'd never particularly minded his petite stature - except for when it gave him a disadvantage in battle - but he had to admit there were times where he felt just a little less than others. Occasionally he'd find himself looking off at the moor runners, wondering what it would be like to be big and impressive. What it would be like to strike fear in others. Ultimately, though, he never found himself properly wanting that, because he didn't enjoy causing fear in others. He was perfectly content just rousing terror in the tiny bodies of prey down in the tunnels, and not in his fellow felines.

Then again, it seemed that prey wasn't always so easy to leave trembling in horror.

There was a faint expression of worry on the monochrome tom's face as he followed after Wolfsong and the others, having heard the frantic struggle of the rabbit even from his position tucked away near the entrance to camp. His anxiety was only heightened when he heard about Venomstrike getting kicked, circling around his massive clanmate to look for any sign of serious damage. Rattleheart finally seemed to relax when he saw how unconcerned Venom was, stepping forward to bump his forehead lightly against the moor runner's shoulder in greeting. "Hey. The others are right, you should be a bit more careful next time. Last thing we want is for you to get something broken, especially now..." While Rattleheart had faith in Wolfsong's healing abilities, he did have to admit he was more wary than ever with Vulturemask's recent death. It would take some time before he was completely settled, having never been a big fan of change in the first place.

Once he seemed satisfied that Venomstrike was alright, he settled a pawstep away, turning his attention towards the rest of the crowd. A soft snort left him when he heard Weaselclaw, his nervously twitching tail finally settling over his paws. "Can you imagine going to the Riverclan border and seeing some poor fish-breath running around with a bass clamped onto their leg?" The thought was enough to make a few more faint giggles slip from his muzzle, unusual for the often nervous and silent tunneler. Much as he generally didn't like seeing others in pain, he couldn't deny that Riverclan had earned a fair amount of his ire for what they had done to Cottonpaw.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[VENOMSTRIKE]

( ) Venomstrike offered a smile through the fur of the rabbit realizing that it was Wolfsong though upon hearing what he said next about it not being a hare and avoiding an injury, he nodded in agreement. That had been a good thing, he would set down his catch carefully onto the ground noticing the other had caught a thrush though the mention of a new scar made him brush a paw over the one that rested on his chest just below his throat. "It is a good thing..." Venomstrike thought to himself although he wouldn't have minded a new scar but knew that Wolfsong likely didn't want to waste any of his precious herbs for his clumsiness. Clearing his throat, he spoke up deciding to acknowledge his clanmates own successful catch "You too," He began to wonder if birds would be easier for him to catch though he silently doubted it, he'd have to try another time and not cause such a scene like he had this time. He'd have to work a little more on himself that was certain.

His eyes would dart over to the sight of more movement noticing Scorchedstreak approaching and took note of the slight displeasure on her face, he chose not to dwell too long on it. The large rodent had taken the wind right out of him and he was still kinda recovering from it though tried to not make it too obvious that he was, it was already embarrassing as is with the struggle earlier. A single ear would flick to the side before nodding at what she said next about rabbits having a nasty kick to them, he wouldn't want to mess up again and relive that experience. What she said next would be enough to muster up a small shy smile on his face and returned the dip of his head. That's what mattered at the end of the day even if he hadn't been the most excellent hunter at that very moment, he was still providing food for the clanmates back within camp.

When Weaselclaw joined them, he could feel his pupils growing wide and ears somewhat lowering themselves against his head. A whole cat's jaw? He'd definitely need to be careful and pay attention if he's dealing with a rabbit or hate next time that he goes to catch something. A small mental note to himself that he makes, Venomstrike let's out a snort of amusement at what's said next and agrees with a soft chuckle "That would be quite the sight..." Although, a giant road that was able to swallow cats whole did not sound appealing in the least but rather terrifying but he didn't voice these thoughts and decided to keep it to himself just so he could avoid more embarrassment.

His large ears would rise once more upon seeing Rattleheart and his small smile turning just a bit bigger than usual. He felt the bump of the smallers forehead against his shoulder and offered a wag of his short tail, it thumped quietly against the ground for a brief moment before listening to what Rattleheart said to him next. "I will. I'll be more careful," He would reassure his smaller clanmate watching as he sat a pawstep away and chose to listen to the continuing conversation about how Riverclan or Shadowclan didn't need to worry as much as them about their prey fighting back. The soft giggles that Rattleheart let out despite being a quiet individual made his heart thump a little louder than usual but he chose to ignore it and focus on the thought of how hard learning to fish could be. His snout wrinkled as he thought quietly to himself "Fish is probably slimey and gross... And it smells..." Though it did make him start imagining a fish big enough to clamp onto a cat's leg. ​

( ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA; ME GUSTAS TÚ )